We got off to a dull start on the least exciting ride ever, Old Man River.
“Grampa,” I said, “this ride’s about as thrilling as a nap on a rainy day.”
“I think it’s relaxing,” said Grampa. “Besides, your Gramma can’t take anything too scary. She’s very delicate.”
“Delicate my patooty!” yelled Gramma. “I came here for some extreme thrills! Now get up off that lazy river and let’s go hit some waves!”
“Righteous!” said Grampa.
“Hot diggity dog! Let’s go!” I said as we reached for our beach towels to dry off.
“Wait a minute!” I said. “That’s not a beach towel. Grampa, you’re drying your butt with Merle!”
“I thought something felt a little whiskery back there,” said Grampa.
“It was me,” said Gramma. “I just couldn’t leave Merle outside so I snuck him in disguised as a beach towel. Please don’t report me to the authorities!”
“I’ll think about it,” said Grampa.
